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Friday, July 18, 2025

Huge Heart On Pluto

Huge Heart On Pluto
© Surazeus
2025 07 18

Since planets are no more than clumps of dirt 
that spin relentlessly in void of faith, 
I plan to build crystal palace of hope 
in the middle of the huge heart on Pluto 
so I can sail sea of nitrogen ice 
where Nuwa loves to dance in silver waves. 

In the darkening twilight of my life, 
I revert to the salamander mind 
as I crawl rugged mountains of white rocks 
to find the tree of knowledge with ripe fruit 
that shimmers bright with holy light of truth 
high on the mountain of aggressive hope. 

West of the mighty Mississippi River 
I stand on high plateaus of quiet stars 
and listen to the flowers of mankind 
sing solemn hymns to calm domestic life 
while soldiers clutching guns of arrogance 
stare shocked at splendid beauty of the sun. 

Through solitude of primal sanities 
I worship Nature of incessant birth 
with ceaseless excitement of ancient cries 
that hail great populations of the land 
who trample garden of the holy fool 
while seeking to escape his reckless play. 

Ascending ghastly mountain of the mind 
as phantom moon with sharp amethyst eyes, 
I seek salvation through creative force 
of generating souls from womb of Earth 
whose large transparent face of loyalty 
illuminates the timeless vale of tears. 

Prophetic voice from carnage of the war 
which affects to solve the problems of freedom, 
vibrates from buzzing radios of fear 
which urges me to guard Columbia 
who leads revolution of honest souls 
victorious against grim nationalists. 

With whizzing bombs exploding from book words 
Orion runs across the smoking field 
to bring last message of the fallen warrior 
to the stone-eyed king on his throne of gold 
who feasts on blood of innocence and hope 
while asking the moon to cleanse our state guilt. 

I fly not from Paumanok on crow wings 
but stand instead on abandoned hillfort 
and listen to the bloody flag of hope 
flap with the voice of people killed in wars 
who crowd around me in the summer night 
because I carry banner of the cause. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus finds his son Orion wandering in the waste land of the huge heart on Pluto, so they sit on the vast dusty plain and play chess.

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